Atlas.
✖ CIRCUS OF VALUES

A-YES!!!!!

Dead Space isn't a t.v show

As long as I stay such a badass, and if I die, I get an epic death.

:|

3 posts ago you had 666.

Anyways, this is like my new t.v show, except its not a tv show. But I can't wait till the next part.

(This is highly entertaining. )

"Namie. Master of Disguises?" pondered itto aloud.

"That's what I just said."

"I know. I was just think--"

"Are you trying to say that I don't enunciate my words clearly?"

"No-no-no-no. I--"

"And now you're stuttering. Are you mocking me?"

itto was at a loss for words. "I-well, you...err...."

"lolpewwut pans?"

"Sorry, what?"

Namie did a facepalm. "Did you really just say 'Sorry, what?' when I said 'lolpewwut pans?'?" She snapped some fingers in his face. "Come on itto, wake up and smell the coffee."

"OH. You mean 'lolwut pans'. Not 'lolpewwut pans'."

She waved his statement away. "But back on topic. What brings you to my humble abode?"

"Wait. What? I thought there was a costume party going on here."

"There is. People just haven't really arrived yet."

As if on cue, some guy with blond hair came in. He was carrying a laptop and stared fixedly at it.

Namie waved for itto to come closer. "Remember who that is?" she whispered.

"Of course. It's Kurofaise."

"Yeah...well...he's having his manga and Skins time right now. If you bother him, he'll turn into--"

Out of nowhere popped another figure exclaiming, "Kurobitch!"

Namie and itto started. Turning around, they saw juhnk.

Well, it seems my epicness carries over on CB hence why I'm so cool in the fanfic. :P

It's written pretty well I would say though. I want to read more, you can't leave me hanging like that!!!!

I LOVE THESE CB FC's THEY"RE SO COOL!

We should start writing this, its GENIUS.
I'm so cool.

I say after we make a decent amount of these that we should make a thread in the 13th.

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As Lotus continued to watch Atlas walk away she noticed that he had stopped abruptly. Following Atlas' general direction, she gawked at the man dressed ludicrously in a hot dog costume. To make matters even more amusing, it was someone she hadn't seen in a while: good ol' itto (or nowadays known as Paper Boy for some odd reason).

There was a brief exchange between the two when she noticed that the buffoon Atlas had thrown out the tracker device. Great..., she thought. Then there was some bickering, probably involving some bartering, when Atlas froze. He immediately returned to normal, but there was tense movement throughout his entire body. He waved to itto before--

"Oh my God," breathed Lotus as she watched Atlas' body explode into a million pieces. "He has a lookalike too. Where is everyone getting the money for it? Geez."

Now bored because the lookalike Atlas had kaplooied, Lotus decided to dress up in something she hadn't worn in a while: red boots, black gloves, a red trenchcoat, a red fedora, and a brunette wig. What was this costume called again? Oh yes, Carmen Sandiego. "I guess I'll go see what itto's up to now," she said aloud. Pulling a scarf tightly around the lower portion of her face, she exited the building and walked towards the hot dog stand.

itto was busy humming to a tune and tapping his foot when he noticed a lady approaching him. "Hot dog?"

"Yes, please."

He continued to hum when there appeared to be a vague familiarity about his newest customer. "Is there a costume party going on around here?"

"Yup." He frowned at her curtness. "You can come along if you like. I'm sure people would love to have some hot dogs...as well as a hot dog man."

itto had a suspicious feeling about all of this, but he decided that he might as well go entertain himself for a while. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"It's probably just the costume. You know, Carmen Sandiego?"

"That's the one."

She started to walk briskly away while he hurried to push his hot dog cart. When they rounded a corner, he noticed she had disappeared.

"What the eff?"

But then there was loud music playing at an open garage. In fact, it was Alejandro by Lady Gaga.

itto headed towards the open garage.

Unbeknownst to Atlas, Lotus was up above in a dark window, watching his every move. She smirked as he fell for the lookalike, hook, line, and sinker. As she watched him walk away with heavy footsteps, she let out an exasperated sigh while facepalming when she saw that he had run back to take the dead girl's wallet. Suddenly, a memory of the tracker in the wallet emerged and she let out a small laugh. We'll see where you're going now...Atlas.

*ominous music plays*